Still in moments of hope
I will sit, sit and sing softly
Sing for all
I wonder how the good goes away, always away
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
Then I hear the crunch of snow
I run to hide, as I recall that the good goes away
Always away
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
I still see a line, line of soaked eyes
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